You may write me up on the wall
In blood-dipped paint brush.
But I will rather die in yonder
Inferno than live in mental slavery.
I don't mind been called a hell
raiser
But I think ya'll barking up the
wrong tree.
While we died none broke the code of
silence.
The table turns on you; you resort
to violence.
If you'd expressed half the
enthusiasm
From the onset of this onslaught for
real,
You won't stand on the wrong side of
the chasm
Acting out your spiteful hypocrisy.
Why you turn on us? The dogs are out
there.
Why drop the attitude when we was
bombed?
Who you fooling, why was yous acting
scared?
You boldly faced the soldiers armed
with slugs.
You shoulda preached that zeal all
up the North;
Staged an uprising against calculated
terror.
You held your peace when terror cut
school kids down;
And they yelling threats from
outside our walls, now?
If you wanna bring it, bring it we
still here.
We never heard you hate on Boko Haram
Seems when it rains on you your
voice comes clear.
Your reaction proved you to be quite
an ass.
Akpan
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